After a Breakup, My New Boyfriend Helped Me Humiliate My Ex

During lunch, Zoey called me via a video call. She questioned me about what had happened last night. After listening to my retelling, she encouraged me to give it a try unexpectedly!

I asked, "You didn't say so yesterday!"

Zoey said, "That's all for ordinary people. Given his looks, what else do you need to consider? Even a fool knows to grab the opportunity."

"It seems reasonable. According to Zoey, Troy specifically made a video declaration last night to reassure her. He is quite reliable."

I nodded in agreement. Zoey smiled in relief.

The more I looked at her, the more uncomfortable I felt. I paused and angrily said, "Fine. You think I'm worse than a fool!"

"Click." The video call ended, leaving me with a slow internet connection again.

...

I stood at the door, lost in thought. While opening the security door, I had a sense of tension as if I had opened a limited-edition random box.

The door opened. It was pitching black inside. As expected, Troy had left.

I turned on the light and found that the things I had scattered around the room were in their original places. Overall, it looked much cleaner. Troy must have cleaned the surface and taken out the trash.

There was a bouquet of pink tulips in the empty vase on the table. Upon closer inspection, they were made of folded crepe paper. The flowers were very delicate and lifelike.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Those who study art are so impressive."

There was a small card next to the vase, with a phone number scribbled on it.

I searched the number on WhatsApp and immediately found a profile picture with a nickname, that was, Troy.

I took a screenshot casually and exited the page before adding him to the contacts.

"My project has just started. I'm afraid I won't even have time to fall asleep for the next month. Although flirting with men is important, my work is more important!"

...

It was dark outside. I moved my stiff neck and thought about ordering some takeout.

My assistant knocked on the door and came in, holding a lunch box in his hands. He said it was delivered by delivery service. The food inside was still hot.

I looked at the lunch box with a paper rose on top, feeling a bit delighted.

...

I pinned the daily lunch flowers on the cork bulletin board, including cherry blossoms, lilies, wisteria, hydrangeas, and poppies.

After a month, I had a flower wall.

The major matters that I needed to control for the project had been finalized. The rest needed to be steadily progressed.

I flipped through the album and looked at the screenshot of Troy's profile picture. I was planning to reward him after receiving the lunchbox tonight.

Time passed by. Soon, midnight came.

The lunchbox didn't arrive.

...

Another half month passed. The lunchbox didn't appear again. There was no news from Troy.

"Am I tricked again? Did he think I was hard to get? Did he get tired of me? Did he give up?"

I accelerated the treadmill crazily. Although I was tired, I probably would run to a beauty salon to kill someone if I stopped now.

I was so angry that I didn't pay attention. The speed had been to the maximum.

I twisted my foot and started to fall backward.

The imagined pain didn't come. Someone held me firmly in his arms. It was Troy.

I was stunned for a moment. I started to struggle.

But it was useless.

Troy's arms were tight and strong. He carried me to the rest area and started checking if my ankle was injured.

Troy looked gloomy as he frowned. I had never seen him like this before, which made me dare not make a fuss for a while.

Troy said, "You're not thanking me?"

"What's the matter?" I reluctantly said, "Thank you."

Troy said, "You are just saying it?"

I was unhappy, but it was indeed a dangerous situation just now. I didn't want to owe him. I started to be sarcastic, saying, "Then what do you want? As long as it doesn't violate the law and moral principles, I can do it to satisfy you."

Troy said, "Invite me to dinner at your place."

I was speechless.

...

There was only pasta at home. I deliberately didn't mention buying groceries.

Pasta would satisfy him in 15 minutes.

I planned everything so well.

Troy, who had been silent all the way, suddenly held my hand as I was opening the door. He sighed, saying, "How can you easily bring a man home?"

I was so confused.

Before I could react, he pulled me into the house and pressed me against the door panel. Then, he held my chin and kissed me.